A/N: A little out of season, I know, but I want to post this little drabble I wrote a long time ago anyways :p Enjoy!
All I Want for Christmas…
"…is for you to wake up."
The only noise in the small, white room was the soft whrr-click of the ventilator and the steady beep-beep of the heart monitor. Hunched over the only bed was Agent Rigsby. Slowly, he reached over to grasp the hand of the bed's occupant, mindful of the I.V. Blinking sudden moisture out of his eyes, Rigsby gazed sadly at his friend's pallid face.
"Hey, Cho," Rigsby whispered quietly. "Doc says we should keep talking to you. Says it could help." He coughed and swiped at his eyes which refused to stay dry. "You've been a coma for nearly a week." Rigsby sighed. "If only you could see your room, Cho. You'd be surprised at how many cards and flowers are in here. You have more friends than you think." Rigsby swallowed, trying to not to remember how Cho got to be in the hospital in the first place. "We finally decorated the tree at the office today, well, mostly it was Grace. Jane tried to kiss Lisbon under the mistletoe. All he got was a bruise." He paused and cleared his throat. "Menelli came by yesterday, said he heard about you getting shot on the news. He knows you've been shot before, but not to this extent. I think it shocked him. He didn't stay very long." Rigsby took a sip of water. "I think we were all shocked when it happened." He whispered. "C'mon, Cho," Rigsby pleaded softly, "please wake up. Christmas is tomorrow."
He must've fallen asleep because it still seemed like he was dreaming. Then, he felt it again.
"Cho?" Leaning closer, Rigsby's breath got caught in his throat. Cho's eyelids were struggling to open. Slowly, sluggishly, they opened to a thin crack. Rigsby felt a wide grin spread across his face and he gently squeezed Cho's hand. His grin widened when he felt Cho return it, albeit weakly. Cho blinked heavily and stared at him, confused.
"You were shot," Rigsby swallowed thickly, "Twice. You've been in a come for five days." Cho's eyelids were starting to droop. "No, you didn't miss Christmas." Cho sighed faintly.
Rigsby smiled, "Merry Christmas, Cho."
He turned around to call for a nurse...
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